Yu Xiao picked up a stone and hit the meteorite, only to hear a muffled sound.

She took two steps away and threw the stone at the meteorite, smashing off shards the size of her fingernails.

The sound turned hollow, and it was indeed hollow inside.

The shards that fell down had no aura at all, and they shattered with a pinch of their hands, much like a stone or something that was brittle.

She found a branch and poked it in the gap made by the stone, and the branch snapped and snapped. There is also a dagger on the body, which is distributed by the sect, but it is just an ordinary dagger, you can dig up the soil and collect medicine, and it will definitely break if it is used to cut meteorites.

Yunmomen is like this, other immortal cultivation sects all send swords or something, and Yunmomen sends a small dagger.

Looks like we'll have to go back and get the tools.

Yu Xiao was a little worried that others would pick up the meteorite. Although this is just a big black stone in the eyes of ordinary people, this is her golden finger, it is definitely not an ordinary product, and it is too unjust to be snatched away by someone who knows the goods.

She couldn't send a message to someone to send a tool. No relationship is so good, and she doesn't trust others.

After thinking twice, I cut some branches to cover the meteorite, made some disguises, and rushed back.

The disciple on duty at the outer mountain gate was lazily leaning on the doorpost, and saw that the stupid disciple of the Alchemy Hall was sweating profusely, running back from outside early in the morning, and running out like a gust of wind after a while, waving something in his hand.

I couldn't help frowning, how could this be a bit like an immortal cultivator. Look at yourself again, isn't it the same, just because you offended Yunye Zhenren because of your words, you have been guarding the mountain gate for half a month.

This poor and poor faction, what is there to guard.

Yu Xiao regretted a little when he saw the disguise like a tomb bag, which seemed to be more eye-catching.

But it didn't matter, she not only took the tools, but also some dry food, and was ready to leave without chiseling out the golden finger.

This is the top of Huating Mountain, and mortals can't come up. Without spirit grass and demon beasts, the monks would not come. She didn't see the master when she went back just now, and she didn't send him a message.

The master wants to make up for three months' Hetai Dan, and he will be too busy to find her. If he asks after he goes back, he will go by by telling a lie, this is the advantage of pretending to be a fool.

Yu Xiao threw the pickaxe, hammer, and chisel on the ground, and pulled out a book from his bosom.

This is the key to strengthening the muscles and building the body that she found from the master's room, which is for refining the body.

The cultivators of the True Spirit Root disdain to refine their bodies, and no matter how strong their bodies are, they can't withstand a spell. However, Yu Lilun's cultivation is too low, and he usually has to do a lot of chores, and his physical fatigue will affect his cultivation at night, so he will also refine his body.

There are even fewer female monks who refine their bodies.

Yu Xiao didn't understand why they didn't practice, the body was the foundation of everything. If she hadn't been sick in her previous life, she wouldn't have been killed so easily.

As for the legend that the girl refining will grow five big and three thick, Yu Xiao doesn't care at all, being alive is the most important thing.

Besides, there are so many female monks, there must be a magic trick or elixir that makes people beautiful.

Yu Xiao held a chisel in one hand and a hammer in the other, and was busy with his work.

The meteorite, though hard, was much easier to get than she had imagined. She was worried that it was a treasure and needed tools like magic weapons.

The fragments that were chiseled off, and she also injected spiritual power to carefully inspect them, and they were indeed just stones.

Yu Xiao stayed next to the meteorite. During the day, I chiseled stones, and I was tired of looking at the tricks. She didn't have an impotence flint, so she could only practice in the dark at night.

Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, the mountain wind blowing on the body, feeling the aura of the outside world enter the body like a mist, slowly precipitating and running in the body, which is quite interesting.

At dusk on the third day, a large fragment fell with the pickaxe, revealing a black piece inside, shimmering with a faint light, clearly not one with the previous stone, with some circular arcs, and intricate patterns on it.

Yu Xiao stretched out two fingers and touched it, it was cool. Her heart beat wildly, and she touched it for a long time, and it happened that her stomach was also hungry, and she was ready to rest.

She threw away her pickaxe, sat down on the ground, removed the bloodstained cloth strap from her hand, and wrapped it in a clean one.

The chisel broke after two days. At the same time, her hand was broken, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and there were many blisters on the palms, and the large blisters were stacked with small blisters, and once they broke, they were so painful that they couldn't do it.

She chewed dry food as hard as a meteorite, and looked at the black patch with a smirk on her face.

The woodcutter of Huating Mountain, if you climb a little higher in the past half a month, you can hear the sound of chiseling stones echoing in the valley.

He was afraid that an immortal master would build something on the top of the mountain, so he didn't dare to go high, so he only chopped wood halfway up the mountain.

On this day, he was halfway up the mountain when he suddenly heard a thunderous shout.

The sound struck between the peaks, intertwined with echoes. It took him a long time to distinguish before he could tell that it was a sentence.

A word he didn't understand.

- What kind of fool is using the stove to make a golden finger!

Yu Xiao's palms were already wrapped like steamed buns, revealing a short section of fingertips, much like a bear's paw, and the cloth ribbon stained with brown blood spots had been wrapped around his elbows.

She looked hatefully at the stove in front of her, which was as tall as her, and two waist-width in diameter.

Halfway through the chisel of the meteorite, she felt that something was wrong, this shape was too much like a furnace!

Don't give up and smash it all open, well, it's really a furnace.

I can't tell what material it is made of, the whole body is dark and the pattern is complex. The ominous soft light flashed and disappeared, like a piece of scrap metal.

And then—

There is no then.

There is no grandfather, no beautiful man, not even a stove lid.

Yu Xiao poured spiritual power into it, and nothing happened. She spilled some more blood, spat a little, and kicked the stove one last time, now holding her leg and moaning.

When her leg stopped hurting, she carefully checked the furnace again. Fortunately, half a month of refining had achieved results, and although it was laborious, she still knocked down the furnace ding.

The hard work paid off, and Yu Xiao found something with a strong aura at the bottom of the furnace. She scraped them all off with a small dagger.

This is, dregs, right......

Yu Xiao tore off a piece of paper from the tendon building technique, carefully wrapped the black ash and put it away, and continued to look at the furnace and sigh.

Do you have to use your divine sense, but you have to build a foundation before your divine consciousness can be released.

The spiritual power of those medicinal residues is so strong, can it be that this furnace can be lost, if you return it to him and ask for a magic weapon, even if it is a lower grade.

Thinking of this, Yu Xiao became happy again.

She couldn't move it now, and no one would take it if she put it here, but she still covered the stove with a branch, put away her things, put the tools under her armpits, and went back to Yunmo Gate.

As soon as he entered the alchemy hall, a short and fat male monk walked out. Yu Xiao recognized him, he was Uncle Qiang.